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Second Childhood

Kelly had long envied her baby sister. Until Meggie had come along, she had
been the only child; for fourteen years, family life had been centered on her
needs and desires, and suddenly that was not longer the case. Even the idea
of a new baby had been hard to get used to. At first, she had questioned her
parents' sanity. Oh, she liked having Meggie around; she even helped to take
care of her sister. But there were things that bothered her.

It wasn't really that she needed to be in the center of things; she just
missed the attention and disliked the idea that she was somehow expected to
be more "grown-up" since the birth of the baby. Kelly was a smart girl; she
always made good grades in school. And she had her share of friends. But
she was small for her age, and always had been. She played off of her size:
the little girl who never grew up. Even at ten or twelve, she would cuddle
up to her daddy or mommy for a bedtime story, holding her teddy bear or
another of her extensive stuffed menagerie.

Of course, none of her friends knew this about her; around them, she never
betrayed this kind of behavior. But it had been her normal pattern at home
for her whole life, and now it was being disrupted. Meggie had displaced
her. The baby was the center of the world now; her feeding, changing, and
general care were not only the focus of the family, but had become even
Kelly's priorites. There was no longer any room for her own childlike
aspects, and her parents could find little energy for her.

Kelly began to look longingly at Meggie: the baby lying in her crib was cared
for and protected; she had everyone at her beck and call. If she was hungry,
someone fed her; if she was wet, someone changed her. There were worse
things in life; that much was certain.

One evening in the summer, when Meggie was about two years old and Kelly was
taking care of her sister, she conceived the idea. Once it was in her mind,
it wouldn't let go; she knew she had to give it a try. Knowing her parents
were not going to be home for a while, she realized the time was now. After
her sister was asleep, Kelly brought several of Meggie's diapers and the
largest pair of plastic pants she could find out into the living room. She
held the pants up to her tiny waist; they seemed as if they might fit.
Excitedly, she slipped her skirt and panties off and lay down on the carpet
on top of the soft, inviting diapers. She had some trouble pinning herself
into them, but finally managed; then she pulled up the plastic pants,
ecstatic to see that they did fit.

There were baby bottles in the kitchen; Kelly poured some juice into one and
lay down on the sofa with her stuffed animals to watch TV. After a couple of
bottles, she realized that she had to go to the bathroom, but she could not
convince herself to go in the diapers. She took them down and, after using
the toilet, pinned herself back into them. She fixed another large bottle of
juice and lay down once more to watch her favorite show. It wasn't a good
episode, and she found herself daydreaming. In her mind, she was a baby
again, a helpless infant being cared for by her mommy. She closed her eyes
to make the dream more real, and lay on the sofa imagining what it would feel
like.

Kelly was startled by the sound of a key in the lock. She must have fallen
asleep, and her parents were home. Slowly, she slid to her feet to go to
bed. It was only at the very moment that the door opened that she remembered
how she was dressed.

Her mother saw her first.
"Kelly! What on earth are you doing?"
Her father, confused and concerned by the tone of her mother's voice, entered
quickly also. He looked at her quizzically, as if unable to process what he
was seeing. Her mother was still talking, she realized, but for some reason
Kelly was more conscious of her father's eyes than her mother's voice. She
watched as he turned to her mother.
"Mary," he said in a soft but authoritative tone, "don't be this angry. I
don't think you need to be."
"But, Tom, look at her! It's ridiculous! She's fourteen years old, and--"
"I know, Mary, but..." His voice trailed off for a moment. "Let me handle
this, all right?"
Kelly's mother knew that her father could handle matters of discipline.
Shaking her head, she slowly left her daughter to her husband's care. He
looked at her for quite a while.
"Now," he said, "here is what I think: you wouldn't be dressed in those
diapers if you were not somehow wondering about how Meggie feels being a
baby. Right?"
He waited for an answer. She nodded.
"Do you think fourteen year old girls should be wearing diapers?"
"No," she responded, "but--"
"No," he cut her off. "Of course they shouldn't. But here you are. And you
are indisputedly in diapers. So I am left to conclude then that you cannot
possibly be fourteen years old."

Kelly started to protest, but immediately realized that it was pointless.
Her father already knew what he was going to do, and whatever it was, she
was in for it. She knew this tone of voice, and there would be no fighting
it.

"I thought we had a young woman in this house," he continued," but I was
obviously wrong. It seems that we have two babies here. Well, little girl,
if you want to be a baby, then you will be a baby. For the next two weeks,
you are grounded to this house. And for that two weeks, you will be treated
exactly as you seem to want to be treated. You will be in diapers around the
clock; you will play with your sister, and you will nap with her as well.
As far as I am concerned, you are her twin, not her older sister."

Kelly stared at him, disbelieving. "You can't mean this," she stammered. It
was not what she had expected, not that she had really known what to expect.
But she knew that she was getting way more than she had bargained for.
Playing with diapers on her own was one thing, but--did he say Meggie's
twin?

"Come here, little girl," her father said, again referring to her as if she
were indeed only a baby. She obeyed and moved over to him; he slipped his
hand under the bands of her plastic panties. "You don't seem to need
changing right now. Go to bed; we'll get you a fresh diaper in the morning."

Stunned, Kelly walked slowly into her room, her father's voice echoing in her
mind. Her thick diapers made her waddle a bit when she walked; it had seemed
kind of exciting a few hours ago, but now it only seemed ridiculous. She lay
down on her bed, dreading the morning, and fell asleep.

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